Scarcely believing his senses, he laid his hand upon the servant's head, and asked, tremulously, "Amrah, Amrah--my mother! Tirzah! tell me if I see aright." "Speak to them, O master, speak to them!" she said.
He waited no longer, but ran, with outstretched arms, crying, "Mother! mother! Tirzah! Here I am!" They heard his call, and with a cry as loving started to meet him.
Suddenly the mother stopped, drew back, and uttered the old alarm, "Stay, Judah, my son; come not nearer.

Unclean, unclean!" The utterance was not from habit, grown since the dread disease struck her, as much as fear; and the fear was but another form of the ever-thoughtful maternal love.

Though they were healed in person, the taint of the scourge might be in their garments ready for communication.

He had no such thought.

They were before him; he had called them, they had answered.